Chapter 433 Yang Fan is her name
Yang Fan returned to the room. The moment the door closed, she spit out a large mouthful of blood. Dark red blood sprayed on the ground. Her body was weak and she knelt on the ground, falling down. He fell down, the heartbreaking pain spread from his limbs, and his face turned pale.
Two forces were swimming and fighting in her body.
A wave of severe pain hit, Yang Fan could no longer hold on, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
The lights above her head were too dazzling, and Yang Fan's eyes began to blur. In the silence, the rapid heartbeat and breathing were infinitely amplified in her ears, and she could vaguely hear a lot of noisy sounds in this building. , sad, happy, happy... all the sounds were intertwined, and she felt a little irritable.
In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her, and the familiar face deep in her memory appeared in her sight.
......
"Xi Yao Zi, Xi Yao Zi, Xi Yao Zi..." The voice of the old woman with a strong accent kept ringing in my ears.
The little girl who was dizzy from hunger slowly raised her head. Her thin little face was so dirty that her original appearance could not be seen clearly. Her lips were dry and cracked, but her eyes were as clean as grapes. bright.
The little body was wrapped in large and worn clothes, huddled in the corner full of weeds, with mosquitoes flying around.
The child is so young that one cannot tell her specific gender just by looking at her appearance.
She looked at the old woman standing in front of her in a daze. Her clothes were full of patches, but she was clean and tidy. She had silver hair and a kind face. There was a bit of pity on her wrinkled face. .
"Whose poor little boy is this? He is so small, so pitiful."
Yang Fan didn't hear what she was saying, and stared at the paper bag in her hand. His eyes were full of longing.
After all, the small vendor across the street heard the old lady's words and answered for her, "That little baby escaped from Linjiang."
As he spoke, the vendor looked at the bright and dazzling sun above his head, fanned the wind with his sleeves, and complained, "This thief, God, won't give people a living. If this continues, sooner or later we people will die and become evil ghosts." "
"Maybe being a ghost is better than being a human being," the vendor next to him naturally picked up the conversation and began to complain.
Bandits are rampant, evil spirits are raging, and natural disasters are constant. Being alive in this world is the luckiest thing.
The old lady noticed that the little girl's eyes had been staring at the paper bag in her hand. It was a vegetable bun that she had just exchanged for a long time of sewing.
Every time she comes to Jishang to change money, she always buys herself a vegetable bun as a toothpaste.
The old woman looked at the buns with reluctance in her eyes, then looked at the poor child, sighed softly, and handed over the paper buns in her hand, "Poor little boy, let me give you this."< br>
As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl quickly took the bun in her hand and ate it without even having time to completely tear off the outer paper.
Having not eaten or drank for a long time, her throat could not accept the sudden food. The little girl coughed violently. Even so, she did not spit out any food in her mouth.
The old lady looked at her like this and shook her head with pity.
She watched her eat the whole bun with half a piece of paper before preparing to leave.
Although she kindly gave her a vegetarian bun, she had no other thoughts. Life was difficult for everyone in this world.
As soon as she took a step, her leg was suddenly grabbed by someone. The old lady looked down and saw a small black paw like a cat's paw pulling tightly on her trouser leg.
The little girl looked up at her with those clean and bright eyes, as if begging her to take her in.
"You little bastard, I gave you all the buns, why are you holding me back?"
The old lady pulled hard, trying to pull out her trousers.
"I can't support you, you go find those rich people."
She is an old woman living at home alone, doing some farm work and needlework to support herself. It is already very difficult. How can she support herself again? Raise a child.
The little girl seemed to be relying on her and didn't want to let her leave. She struggled to say a few words, "If you can work."
"If you can work, just find a rich man. I work as a maid and support myself.”
The old lady continued to pull on her pants, but she did not dare to pull them too hard. These pants were also the only good pair of pants she had.
If this is torn, she will have no pants to wear when going out.
However, the little girl was surprisingly strong, and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she tried. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
The nearby vendors noticed the movement and laughed at the old lady, minding her own business, she deserves it if she gets caught by a kid. Listening to the taunts from the vendors, the old lady was scolding herself in her heart, blaming herself for being so kind-hearted that she just gave up a vegetable bun and got entangled with this little devil.
The old lady was so frightened that she wanted to vomit blood.
After being unable to pull off her pants many times, the old lady sighed helplessly and prepared to use force.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she lowered her head, she met the little girl's aggrieved and sad eyes. Her heart softened and she agreed by accident.
When she came to her senses, she had already taken the little girl back home.
Seeing the little girl's thin but still cute face after washing, and still wearing the ill-fitting clothes, she sighed helplessly.
“Xiyazi, what’s your name?”
The little girl shook her head, “No name.”
There wasn't even a name, so the old lady thought to herself: Which family couldn't bear a baby girl and didn't want to keep it lowly?
It is very difficult for people to live these days, and it is even more difficult for girls.
What a pity, such a good child will definitely be a beauty when he grows up.
Hey, she thought it was a boy, but she didn't expect it to be a girl.
Forget it, let it be Yatou Pianzi. It’s already picked up, so it’s not easy to throw it out.
The main reason is that this girl is ridiculously strong, so she should be able to work if she stays here.
The old woman raised her head and touched the little girl's thin face. It seemed that this was the first time someone had touched her face like this. She stood there blankly for a long time without responding.
"My surname is Yang, you can take my surname from now on."
Old woman Yang is a little distressed, "But I can't give you this name."
She has never read or read, so she doesn't know what name to choose.
Choosing a name is a top priority in life. This is something she has learned after living for so many years.
If you don’t get a good name, you will be affected by your name for the rest of your life.
She thought about it and got up and took the little girl who had just returned home. She took the only egg in the house and went to the only scholar in the village and asked him to help choose a name.
"...You picked it up among the dead... Then why not just name it with the word sail."
"Sail? What do you mean?"
"I hope she will set sail again like a sail, ride the wind and waves all the way, and have a smooth future..."
These scholars love to say these idioms and poems. Mrs. Yang can't understand these literary idioms, but they sound like Those are good words, she muttered.
"Fan...Yang Fan Yang Fan...that's a nice name!"
At first glance, it sounds like she is more educated than her Dani!
This egg is not in vain!
Thinking of the only egg, Mrs. Yang still felt pain in her body and kept glancing upward.
...The old scholar hid the egg in his pocket like a treasure, blocking Old Mrs. Yang's sight.
The little girl was watching the interaction between the two of them. Her eyes fell on where the scholar had hidden the eggs, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
Stingy, she just looks at it and won’t take it away.
Old woman Yang curled her lips, lowered her head and said to the little girl: "Xiyaozi, Yang Fan is a nice name. From now on, you will be called Yang Fan."
Yang Fan...she has a name.
The little girl nodded ignorantly, pulling the corners of her mouth to both sides, revealing a big smile.
Obviously, she likes this name very much.